V, well, flicking between some "erotic movie" on Channel 4 and some stand up comedy thing on ITV. As any healthy teen boy would, being the only one aw...ke in the house, I had the volume low, so as not to disturb my family. I also had my cock out. Unsurprisingly I was rock hard. But what got me turned on and most excited of all was something Frank Skinner said in a joke. He was talking about young guys who enjoyed a wank with a finger up their bums. Now I was so horny I just had to see how good. Finally, Cameron put his glass down. “Carrie, when I first set eyes on you in Waterstones all I wanted to do at that moment was walk over to you and kiss you, but all I could…” Further speech was impossible, as with the speed of a striking cobra Carrie had sealed his mouth with hers. She was ripping his shirt from his trousers to get her hands on his flesh. Cameron was no more subtle in his quest for breast. Each was trying to implode the others lungs with their kissing. Carrie had flung her. One thing was for certain, the orgasms I experienced when jerking off, felt so good, I was soon addicted to jerking off. I jerked off so much I would rub my 5-inch cock raw. At first, I was very discreet when jerking alone for fear of getting caught, but as my addiction increased, I got careless.Some of the guys would brag and tell in detail about fucking their girlfriends. We never really knew how much was true and how much was pure BS. During the 1950s, porn was not readily available, so the. I grabbed a quick shower and shaved, applied some makeup as best I could, put on my wig, stuffed my bra with breast forms and tucked my cock back into my panties.I felt a rush of excitement as I stood in front of the mirror. Admiring myself and dancing a little shaking my hips and sticking my bum out. I slid on some fishnet stockings and my new high heels and began loading sissy instruction videos on my laptop.I came across the perfect one, a woman called mistress Minxie who was also wearing.